Douluo's personal pendant

Chapter 23 The Artifact Refining Competition ([-])

"Why did he draw such a large formation foundation? Is he only planning to carve a spirit formation?"

Mr. Qingxu saw that Tang Fei had spent an hour engraving a formation foundation, and he squinted his eyes to carefully observe the formation foundation on Tang Fei's shield. The lines were weird, and it looked like a circle from a distance. , but if you look closely, you will find that the lines on the circle are not as smooth, silky and crooked as ordinary circles, with a protruding piece here and a concave piece there.

Moreover, the depth is different, the width is different, and he almost violated the three rules that must be followed in the foundation of the spirit formation. This one is like an irregular figure drawn by a five or six-year-old child on paper. Master Qingxu's face darkened, he had never seen such a rough formation foundation.

It can't even be said that this is the foundation of the formation, but after thinking about it for a while, Mr. Qingxu's face returned to normal, and he remembered that this person is from Notting City. How could there be any powerful soul guide in such a small city? A caster.

"It seems that he hasn't systematically studied the casting of soul tools, but his refining skills are indeed excellent. It is also a skill to forge such a hard shield with ordinary iron ore. After this competition is over, I will Take him as an apprentice and teach him how to forge a real soul tool, I'm sure he will be very grateful."

Young Master Qingxu sighed secretly in his heart, withdrew his mind and started to work on his second formation, everything will be discussed after the refining competition is over.

Tang Fei didn't know the change in Mr. Qingxu's heart, so after counting the time, he non-stop began to draw the spirit formation on his shield.

Carving the foundation of a perfect soul-attachment array is the first step, and the second part starts to carve the lines in the soul-attachment array. If it is an ordinary soul-attachment array, you only need to follow the memorized graphics and the depth of the lines on the graphic. , The width of the description is enough, the only difficulty is the memory problem, but what Tang Fei wants to describe is the soul-possessed formation.

From the dozens of spirit formations that Liu Yang gave him, he selected ten formations with the same formation lines, and spliced ​​and combined them like a computer.

In the eyes of outsiders, he just stood there in a daze, after 10 minutes.

He completed the combination of the formations screened out in his mind. This time, it was the first time he tried to combine more than two formations, and it was a combination of ten formations directly. The difficulty was not ordinary, but he still succeeded. The array was assembled, and there was a burst of ecstasy in my heart.

Tang Fei stared wide-eyed, and his eyes had completely turned purple-black. He quickly picked up the Flowing Flame Blade and swiped it across the shield. Lines that looked like a child's random graffiti appeared on the shield, and his blade-holding hand turned into a phantom. , the afterimage of the fiery red blade fluttered inside the black shield along with the phantom of his hand.

Rough lines were displayed on the shield, messy and irregular.

Time passed quickly, the sun had set three times in a blink of an eye, the waning moon was loud, and some of the audience had already fallen asleep. Although the entire building was illuminated by the spirit master who could emit strong light invited by the Wuhun Temple, the competition's The process was indeed very boring, if it wasn't for seeing Mr. Xu win the championship in the end, who would be willing to wait here for a long time.

On the host stage, a strong and loud voice came out. Wang Yi stood in front of the railing, and saw him waving his hands with excitement to mobilize the drowsy audience.

"Friends in the audience, the exciting time has come. Our competition is about to enter the final stage. Let's count down to the third stage, shall we?"

His loud voice will be as lifeless as a class in the summer vacation of the second year of high school, and the audience like students in the classroom without air conditioning will start to quarrel.

When the audience heard his voice, someone who was sleeping opened his eyes and rubbed his eyes. He looked around in a daze. He didn't know where he was falling asleep when he heard someone shouting beside him.

"five."

Before he could react, he heard it again.

"Four."

He reacted, and quickly stood up and shouted.

"three."

"two."

Hundreds of thousands of spectators cheered together.

"one."

The light curtain was pulled down, and Tang Fei carved the last scratch on it. His eyes were bent into crescent shapes, and the corners of his mouth were raised wildly. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with his work.

After he had already finished drawing the soul-possessing formation he wanted to depict, Mr. Qingxu looked at Tang Fei with a dark face and smirked at Tang Fei who had been scratched beyond recognition. The young master had already stepped forward to beat up this precious idiot, such a perfect iron shield, even his young master Qingxu needed some effort to make it, but was ruined by Tang Fei.

"This damn guy, in the future I must teach him how to engrave a soul formation, and don't sleep until he engraves a thousand soul formations every day." Apparently, Mr. Qingxu had decided that Tang Fei would be his apprentice. secretly said.

Tang Fei got up and stretched his waist. He had worked continuously for six hours. Although his body could bear it, his spirit was a little tired. As soon as he stretched out his hand, a sense of comfort from his waist reached his forehead.

"what."

Tang Fei snorted softly, and then he heard the male host on the high stage announce.

"The third stage of the competition is over, and then the contestants will have a one-hour rest period. After the rest, we will win the cruelest and most passionate part of the refining competition."

"Weapon collision, the contestants will hold their own refined weapons to attack each other, whoever's weapon is broken first, will advance to the next round, and the person who carries it to the end will become the winner of this refining competition"

"Champion!!!" Wang Yi roared angrily, arousing the emotions of the audience.

The audience also gave him face, cheering and cheering. After a lively atmosphere, the atmosphere returned to silence. After all, they had been waiting for a day. Not only did the players consume a lot, but even the audience felt very tired and hungry.

This time, none of the contestants returned to the waiting room, and they all stayed on their own stage to rest, but some relatives and friends brought some food from the waiting room to supplement the strength of the players on the stage, and Tang Fei was also in the dark. In the passageway, he saw Liu Wu who had been sleeping all day.

Tang Fei looked at Liu Wu and said with a smile, "Brother Liu, how are you doing, did you sleep soundly?"

The drowsiness on Liu Wu's face hadn't completely dissipated, and when he heard Tang Fei's voice, he woke up suddenly, scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Stop talking, it's shameful, you actually slept all afternoon, how was the game going?"

The smile on Tang Fei's face gradually dissipated, and he calmly handed the iron shield in his hand to Liu Wu.

Liu Wu took the iron shield and looked back and forth, stretched out his hand to tap it, his eyes lit up, and said, "Amazing."

Although he has no talent for learning soul tool casting, but for the profession of blacksmith, although he has not reached the level of Tang Fei or his father, his eyesight is not comparable to that of ordinary people. I can see that this shield is not a mortal thing, especially the soul-enchanting formations on the inside of the shield, which are very strong at first glance.

Tang Fei said, "Brother Liu, how did you wake up?" When Tang Fei noticed something wrong with the sofa in the lounge, he calculated the dose a little bit, and that dose could make Liu Wu unconsciously sleep until tomorrow morning. Yes, Liu Wu woke up at this time, it is absolutely impossible for him to wake up by himself.

Liu Wu returned the shield to Tang Fei, his rough face flushed, and he replied: "Stop talking, I was woken up by the waiter, and the waiter woke me up and told me that the three-stage competition is over, ask If I want to take a look, I'll come over."

Tang Fei turned his eyes, scanned the surroundings, moved closer to Liu Wu, and said quietly: "Brother Liu, how many blacksmiths are left that Notting City participated in?"

When Tang Fei stood up, he found that there were less than 100 contestants from the original 20 contestants.

Liu Wu frowned, looked left and right, and said to Tang Fei: "I basically know everyone in the blacksmith shop in Notting City. It seems that I don't know anyone here. It is estimated that [-]% of them will be eliminated."

Tang Fei kept rolling his eyes. He touched his chin and squatted down thinking for a while, then quietly said to Liu Wu: "Brother Liu, don't watch the game anymore, go find the heads of those eliminated blacksmith shops and make an appointment for tomorrow's gathering." a bit."

Liu Wu looked at him in confusion, but seeing Tang Fei's firm eyes, he didn't ask any further questions. He nodded and asked Tang Fei if he had anything else to do. After Tang Fei shook his head, he turned and left, disappearing into the dark passage inside.

After watching Liu Wu disappear, Tang Fei sat cross-legged on the ground. Others might need to replenish the energy they consumed, but Tang Fei didn't. Even the energy he consumed in this competition couldn't match the speed of energy produced by his body.

Soon, an hour passed.

This time there was no light curtain, and the contestants were brought to the referee's seat by the guards, and the host said: "Next, the contestants are invited to draw lots. Since there are only 15 qualified contestants left, there will be [-] contestants in the first round." A bye seat, please take turns stepping forward to draw your opponent from the box in the bishop's hand, I wish everyone good luck."

After the host finished speaking, the bishop who was sitting stood up, took a box from a handsome waiter beside him, and held it in his arms.

"Zhao Yilong."

Beside him, the pregnant city lord took the list handed over by the waiter, and read the name of the first person in line.

An unremarkable middle-aged man stepped forward and reached out to take out a small ball with a number from the box.

Immediately afterwards, the contestants stepped forward one by one to draw their own numbers, held them in their hands and walked down. When the last person came down, the hostess who had been invisible for a long time stood up and said.

"Next, we will start the final stage of the weapon refining competition, the weapon duel."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone heard a loud noise. On the square in the center of the stage, the soul master who had separated the stage before stood there again, with his hands on the ground, a wave of soul power enveloped the entire stage, and the squares on each stage continued to together, and finally seamlessly merged into a huge stage.

The soul master nodded, and after stepping off the stage, the hostess said slowly: "Then, please draw the contestant with the number one ball to come on stage."

(End of this chapter)